Listen. I wouldn’t just fuck an alien. I’d take an alien out on a date, to their favorite restaurant. I’d marathon an aliens favorite show with them. I’d spoon an alien every night. I’d bring an alien little random tokens and gifts to remind them of my affection. I’d help an alien work through their emotional issues and family baggage. I’d adopt a shelter pet with an alien and raise him as our very own son. I’d grow old with an alien, every blissful year of our union reminding us of how much we cherish each other. I’d make love to an alien.
Do you ever think about what the start of ME1 must have been like for the Council. Like, the human embassy is being annoying so they picked one (1) human to send on a few milk runs to make sure her 100% political appointment wasn’t gonna blow up in their faces. That’s it.
They’re sitting there like “what’s next on the docket. ah yes, the job interview for the diversity hire”
and then she kicks down the door and the first words out of her mouth are “THE REGIONAL MANAGER IS WORKING FOR A CULT OF BILLION-YEAR-OLD MACHINES TO WIPE OUT ALL LIFE IN THE GALAXY, THIS WAS REVEALED TO ME IN A DREAM”
and everyone acts like YOU’RE being unreasonable for politely reminding her that this is a wendy’s.
ME2 is just I Will Collect Every Single Traumatized Person Desperately Searching For Meaning And Direction In This Entire Damn Galaxy And I Will Also Go Pick Up Tali Because I Miss Her
Maybe you’re right. Maybe we can’t win this. But we’ll fight you regardless. Just like we did Sovereign. Just like I’m doing now. However “insignificant” we might be, we will fight. We will sacrifice and we will find a way. That’s what humans do.
